Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 368

The screen turns.

The long-haired woman with disheveled hair pressed the boy into the bathtub full of water and yelled viciously: "Why don't you die! You should die!!"

Seeing Yan Xingchen like this, Xia Ling's smile grew wider.

"Oh, by the way. Just now you said who killed me? Could it be your father?"

Xia Ling thought of the last time she saw Yan Xingchen's father.

As a whistleblower, he went back to China to make a record, and met him who was brought out of the interrogation room.

He was not as excited as Yan Xingchen.

On that haggard face, the chin was covered with stubble, he smiled at Xia Ling, and then passed her by.

The policeman sighed.

"This father, it's not easy."

He said.

Because Yan Xingchen didn't grow up by his side when he was young, he suffered a lot from his mother, so he always felt guilty towards Yan Xingchen and wanted to make up.

He accidentally ran into Yan Xingchen and Qiu Xue together, and wanted to go to Qiu Xue to let her leave Yan Xingchen.

As a result, he bumped into the dying Qiu Xue on the road.

He wanted to reach an agreement with Qiu Xue, but the girl insisted on making his son pay the price.

So he simply threw Qiu Xue into the river.

Then he specially spent money to hire others to spread the news of Qiu Xue in the village, making people mistakenly think that Qiu Xue committed suicide.

Then the family moved to another city, changing Yan Xingchen's age.

Whenever Yan Xingchen wanted to commit a crime, in order not to expose his son, he would follow him to deal with the aftermath.

Delete the monitoring and delete all information about the son around the victim.

and many more.

In the long run, use the lives of those fresh girls to pave the way for Yan Xingchen.

He always hopes that his son can return to a normal person and have the bright future that should belong to him.

All my actions should be regarded as paying off the so many years owed to my son.

But in the end, because of his wrong doting, he got his retribution.

Even though Yan Xingchen had made so many preparations for his wife's death, he still knew it was his fault.

No one is more familiar with him, his modus operandi, what he looks like before he wants to kill someone.

Rather than continue on this road of no return, it is better to be imprisoned or shot.

It can also be regarded as a kind of relief.

Yan Xingchen stared with bloodshot eyes and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense! It's not enough to harm me, you also want to harm my dad!"

"Your father was imprisoned because he kept committing crimes for you, and every time he wanted to protect you and wipe his ass for your mistakes."

Yan Xingchen was completely flustered when he heard this.

"People who treat you well are either killed by you or implicated by you. Your poor brother, whose father was imprisoned and mother was killed, can only be sent to an orphanage now. You think your life is pitiful, then What about him? It's unlucky to have such an inhuman brother like you, who ruined a happy life by you."

Xia Ling stood up slowly, put his face close to the window, and stared straight at Yan Xingchen with his eyes, "You don't deserve the kindness others treat you, no one is more damned than you."

After speaking, Xia Ling put down the phone in his hand, turned and left.

Three days later.

On the execution ground, Yan Xingchen knelt in a place surrounded by gray walls, with his head bowed, his red eyes staring, and the corners of his mouth grinning.

He kept repeating in his mouth: "Whoever I killed, whoever killed me...who killed me, who I killed..."

A brick was removed from the gray wall opposite, the muzzle of the gun was slowly extended from the gap, and it was aimed at Yan Xingchen's head.

There was a "bang" gunshot.

Yan Xingchen fell to the ground.

A big blood hole appeared on his forehead, and a pair of eyes stared straight at the sky where the birds flew over.

A woman with short hair in an apron was holding a paper bag and hurried out of the house.

"Xingchen, take this with you. Don't be hungry when you go to school, it's not good for your health."

"Xingchen, I heard that you like to watch this opera. My aunt specially asked a colleague to find a relationship to buy it—"

"Hey! Don't tear it up... Forget it, just tear it up. If you want to see it, Auntie will go to a colleague to help buy one."

"Xingchen..." She smiled warmly, and stroked his hair with her hand, "Auntie doesn't blame you."

Yan Xingchen who was lying on the ground twitched suddenly, like a carp jerking up.

A line of tears flowed from the empty and lifeless eyes, spit out the last vitality, and there was no more movement.
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Xia Ling walked out of the prison and stood under the golden ginkgo tree, looking at the golden street covered with yellow ginkgo leaves.

"You can go to the next world."

"Good host. The next world has already been matched for you. Wear the book "The Young Master's Sixth Granny", countdown, three, two, one"

Xia Ling opened his eyes.

I only saw a smoky mist in front of me, red and green.

The haze around her disappeared, and she finally saw where she was.

The slender girls wore various cheongsams and danced small fans in front of them.

One or two buttons on the collar were undone, revealing a patch of gray.

The whole room is full of powdery desires.

"I told you to drink! Why are you in a daze! Don't you want the money today? Or is your skin itchy?!"

Zhang Er, who was wearing a blue official uniform with a stand-up collar, raised his big leather boots, and kicked the tearful girl on the ground.

This girl with a pear-shaped face and thin eyebrows and willow-leaf eyes is the heroine of this book, Yan Yu.

She and Yan Yu are girls from the same kiln.

Yan Yu has a weak character and is extremely beautiful.

I was inevitably bullied every day when picking up customers.

If you don't follow suit, let alone offend these gentlemen, you will have to teach the old mother a lesson after work.

Especially this Zhang Er.

Every time he comes, he has to use his hands and feet. If Yan Yu doesn't obey, he will be beaten.

It's just because of the icy soul that a prostitute shouldn't have on her body.

Today she was beaten, and someone rescued her, and that was the hero Shen Shao.

Xia Ling turned her head and looked at Shen Shao who was sitting in the crowd, hugged by two girls, drinking from a cup, but his eyes were all on Yan Yu.

In any case, don't give him such a chance.

"Yo! This master!" Xia Ling twisted her waist and walked in front of Yan Yu, bent down to help Yan Yu up from the ground, and smiled coquettishly at the military master.

"If you have something to say, you can't do anything to a woman, right? Besides, don't you just let her drink? I'll drink it for you now, will one pot be enough?"

After speaking, Xia Ling directly picked up the jug on the table.

He opened the lid of the jug, raised his head and poured the wine in the jug directly into his throat.

Finished a jug of wine.

Xia Ling put down the jug, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and looked up at Zhang Er.

"How's it going? Are you satisfied?"

Zhang Er looked at Xia Ling contemptuously, "I told her to drink, but did I tell you to drink? Why are you so short-mouthed? Get out of here wherever you want!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Er stretched out his hand to grab Xia Ling, and was about to fall aside.

(End of this chapter)